Juice WRLD - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

Yeah, yeah had to get this shit now
'Cause there ain't no waiting
Had to get this shit now

Sever the mind
Wonder what you'll find within
The souls divine put 'em on ice
Watch the nigga slip
Think he will not suffice
Make 'em idle, all to be infamous
Time becomes a fucking rival
Basically battled the devil within himself
He faced the fucking tidal wave
Hands moving all in my fucking face
I hate this place
Goddamn, disgusted by my face
I feel like a waste of damn skin
Because thе tint that's on my face

Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Tеardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram

Had to get this shit now
'cause there ain't no waiting
Had to fuck the bank twice
Ain't no masturbating
I've been ballin' super hard
I feel like Jeremy Lin
Fuck that bitch, then I let her go
I know she waiting
Fuck that bitch, then I give her back
Her boyfriend hatin'
Slow my life down with them Xannies, bitch
I'm in The Matrix rollin' up a blunt up
This OG gas and I'ma face it yeah, ayy

Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram

I don't fear no one, paranoid
Going in my gut (Ayy)
To be honest, I feel like the one
I feel like the one, like the chosen one
You the silver one, I'm the golden one
This my own style, yeah, I be stealin' up
I love smoking gas, she be feelin' me up
When I fall on the ground
Drugs be picking me up
Molly, holy ghost, gimme a holy ghost
I fuck another ho, I fuck a couple of hoes
Cocaine overdose, she had a bunch of those
She had a bunch of those
She had a runny nose, woah
Play rough, ain't try throw no balls
Ain't try make no friends
Ain't try make no foes
No need new friends like Drake
Say you got beef, got steak
She says I'm not her type
Wasn't trying to fuck, no way, hey

Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can't milly rock
Teardrop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I'm her MCM on Instagram

Keep it 'sup, yeah uh
You can't keep up with us
I remember they was dissin' us
The same hoes down to fuck (yeah)
I don't like parties but I still go
Balenciaga runners look like steel toes
(Ho-ho oh) hate on me
Bitch, I'm out of yo' reach
Out of yo' reach money on me
40 on me on me
Uh, woah oh woah oh oh